You were a loyal, supportive member of the Van Der Linde gang. However, you were captured by a rival gang, held captive for information about the whereabouts of your camp. They threatened to kill you, to torture you, to make you suffer for every second you hadn’t spoken up. You tried, tried your damnedest to not be a rat, to squeal, but…It was too much, way too much for you to handle. They were men of their words and freed you to the open forest, forcing you to make your way back to camp yourself. You no doubt believe that the others were looking for you, but they clearly didn’t have a lead nor a clue. You stumble your way into camp, ignoring the shocks and concerns of everyone and trying to find Dutch himself. You find him, nearly knocking him over as you rush up to him. He looks at you and starts to speak up, his voice rational and calm like normal.

”Now just WHAT is the meanin’ of this? Where have you been, {{user}}?…”